Date: Mon, 6 May 2002 03:35:39 EDT
From: TomGTongue@aol.com
Subject: TRAVELING SALESMAN RIM
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TRAVELING SALESMAN RIM
From Tom's Tongue
Howdy, y'all! My name's Tommy Lee Garrison. I'm nineteen and live with my
Paw on our farm in Bugswallow, Alabama. Maw ran off with some travelin'
salesman about ten years ago, and we ain't set eyes on her since. We stay
so busy tendin' to the animals and crops and such that we ain't got time to
miss nobody, much less some woman who didn't care about us none to begin
with.
With all the chores I have to do around the farm, I've built me a right
nice body, and all the girls at the Church of the Redeemers seem to like
how I look. I ain't never had sex with nobody, but that don't mean I
didn't WANT to! Me and my buddies would sometimes skinny dip in the crick
and we'd pounded our puds together, but I'd never touched anybody, much
less some MAN, till Matt came along.
It was about 9:30 in the evening and Paw had already turned in for the
night. I was sittin' on the front porch with my dog, Blue, watchin' the
fireflies, when a man I'd never seed before comes walkin' up our drive,
purty as you please. I was surprised, but not scared none, cause thar
weren't no reason TO be. Blue t'weren't even growlin' or nothin'. He just
walked up to the stranger and got his ears scratched. Some watchdog, huh?
I spoke first, "Evenin', sir, what brings you 'round here?"
"Uh...my car broke down about half mile up the road, just after I passed
your place. Can I please use your phone to call a tow truck?"
He was tall, blonde and good lookin'. I liked him right away. He had a
sorta "aw shucks" smile on his face that made my dick tingle from some
strange reason. I replied, "I'm sorry, Mister, but we ain't got no phone.
If you want, you can sleep in the barn, and I'll take you to town in the
mornin' in the pickup. Name's Tommy Lee."
His lips turned up to a full-fledged smile, and his pearly whites shined in
the moonlight. He reached out his hand to shake mine. "Thanks, so much,
Tommy Lee. My name is Matt. You don't know how much I appreciate this."
I had to ask, "You ain't from around here ere ya?"
"No, I'm from Atlanta...heading toward Birmingham and I got lost on these
back roads that my boss told me would save time. I'm a salesman for a
clothing manufacturer." It was then that I noticed the satchel he was
a-carryin'. It was big and black with zippered compartments all over it.
Paw didn't hold kindly with travelin' salesmen, ever since Maw let one
carry her away from us. I figured that this guy wuz okay, so I decided to
go ahead and let him stay. "Matt, my Paw is asleep in the back bedroom and
he don't like no travelin' salesmen, but if you keep quiet, I'll go get you
some blankets and we'll head out in the mornin' afore he wakes up."
I gave him a lantern and pointed him towards the barn, went inside the
house, takin' Blue with me, and got three or four blankets, quick like,
from the cedar chest in the main room. All I was wearin' was my long
johns, but I went around dressed all the time and I wasn't gonna put on my
pants for no travelin' salesman.
I walked into the barn to see Matt takin' off his shirt. DAMN! He had a
lots a muscles all over the place. That tinglin' in my prick was stronger
this time. I'll be switched if he didn't take off his pants too...he was
already barefoot. He was wearin' these real neat lookin' shorts, white and
tight, but like boxers. They didn't hide much and I wisht that I coulda
seed what he looked like without 'em.
I didn't really get why I was feeling that way, but it didn't matter. Matt
turned and faced me with another one of them big ole smiles on his face.
"I just thought I'd make myself comfortable. Hope you don't mind, Tommy
Lee."
"Hell, no, Mister...I mean, Matt. I ain't never seed shorts like those you
got on. They look like they would be neat to wear. I just have these here
ole long johns."
He looked me up and down and said, "They're called boxer briefs. I sell
underwear to stores in the Southeast. I've got my sample case here. I
didn't want to leave it in the car. You want to try on a pair, see what
they feel like?"
I didn't answer. I just threw the blankets to the side and unbuttoned the
'johns , pulling them off my shoulders and down my hips until I stood
buckass naked in front of him. Seeing what I was doing, Matt pulled his
big case up on top of a hay bale, opened it and reached inside. Givin' me
the once-over again, eyes stayin' awhile on my big whang, with a smile, he
pulled out a handful of undies, and spread them across the top of the bag.
There were about five or six pairs, different colored - white, black and
gray.
I noticed one that looked like a jock, but didn't have no leg straps.
"Hey, Matt, what're those?" I said as I pointed at one of 'em..
"Oh, you like those?" I shrugged. "They're called the 'cup.' You wanna
try 'em on? Here, I'll put on a pair and show you how to wear 'em." With
that he grabbed his boxer briefs by his hips and pulled 'em down. I
couldn't help but look at his dick, I mean, it was there, weren't it?
I noticed somthin' different about him. First of all his dick was BIG,
almost as big as my nine-incher, but what made him different was that he
didn't have no pubes! I guess he noticed my stare and said, "Oh, I shave
off all the hair on my body. I like to feel my skin smooth."
I'll hafta admit, it did look a might interestin'. I'd never touched any
of my buddies' cranks, but for some reason, I wanted to do it to Matt. My
own dick started to grow, and I had to try thinkin' 'bout other stuff to
keep it down.
He grabbed a black "cup" and stepped into the elastic band, pullin' it up
his legs. In just a coupla seconds after he'd tucked his business away,
his prick was gone from sight again, but it made a HUGE bulge in that
pouch. He grabbed a white pair and threw 'em at me. I caught 'em, smiled
and turned and bent to step into 'em.
When I wuz bent over I heard Matt take a long suckin' breath. Still
bendin' I glanced back and saw he was starin' at my lily-white butt, with a
strange look on his face. I moved quick and pulled them up, but had one
hellava time trying to cram my John Henry into the too-small pouch. My
prick looked like one of 'em torpedos from one a them ole submarine movies
with two a them floatin' mines on either side of it.
Matt spoke, "Man, you look great in those, Tommy Lee. PERFECT!" Kneeling
in front of me he said, "Let's see how they fit."
He ran his hands up my thighs, real friendly-like, and, BOING, I was hard
as a rock! My balls were pulled tight against my shaft an' everything was
pointed right at Matt's face. My face was burnin' red, and he looked up an
grinned at me. I sputtered, "I-I-I don' know..."
He interrupted me as his hands reached my hips. "Don't worry about it,
Tommy Lee. It happens to men all the time. You should be proud. You're
BEAUTIFUL!" As he spoke his hands got closer and closer to my
cloth-covered cock, until his thumbs were running up and down along the
space between my balls and my thighs. I shuddered in pleasure.
He went on. "Turn around. Let's see how the back looks." Not knowin'
were this all was a-goin', I did what he asked. I could feel his breath on
my bare skin. "OH, Tommy Lee, you should never cover this backside of
yours!! It's INCREDIBLE!" He was rubbin' my butt and it felt mighty good,
I'll tell you what!
He pulled m' cheeks apart and I could actually feel him blowing cool air
across my poop hole! Before I knew what wuz a-happenin', he drove his face
forward and started kissin' my ass! I mean really kissn' - that fancy
French kind. His tongue was everywhere! He was lickin' and lappin' and
makin' gruntin' noises. I couldn't believe that in less than ten minutes
after I'd set eyes on 'em, this guy was tounge-fuckin' my asshole. I'll
tell ya somethin' else - I fuckin' LOVED it!
"OH, MATT!! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT, BUT DON' STOP! KISS MY BUTT,
MAN! LICK IT OUT!"
Matt pulled away and I groaned at the loss. But he wasn't done, not by a
long shot! He grabbed a blanket an' put it on top o' the hay bale, then he
got down on his back with his head on the edge an' said, "You taste great,
Tommy Lee, but I want to dig deeper with my tongue. SIT ON MY FACE!!"
I turned around so I was facin' away from him and did jest what he asked, I
sat my hole right on his lickin', suckin' mouth. In this position, I could
really bounce up and down and we were both havin' a good ole time. I just
kept saying "EAT IT!" over and over again. I was real close to spurtin' my
load, and wondered if he was one a those cocksuckers, too.
I was kinda curious about what he tasted like too! I stood up and turned
around fast, sittin' on his lovin' mouth one more time. Right in front of
me, I saw his prick was standin' straight up against his belly, throbbin'
with lust, and still covered with black material. His smooth balls had
worked themselves free and I decided that was as good a place as any to
start my own taste testin'.
I leaned forward, without lettin' my hole get away from his tongue, and put
my face alongside his big ole dick. It was hotter'n hell and smelled good
- REAL GOOD! Kinda musky and sweaty and sweet all rolled up into one. I
stuck out my taster an' took a lick. It was a hot night and, at first, all
I tasted was salty sweat...but, I realized I liked it. Turnin' my head to
the left, I took one o' his balls in my mouth and spun my tongue all around
it. He groaned so loud, I could feel his tongue vibratin' deep inside me.
It felt fan-fuckin'-tastic, and I was startin' to wonder what he tasted
like between his cheeks, too.
But first, I wanted to be one them thar cocksuckers myself! I reached down
and grabbed his "cup" and tried to pull his big ole joint free, but it
wouldn't come loose, so I thought, "Fuck it!" and just started licking away
on his covered cock. He'd been leakin', and the taste came right through
the fabric. AND I LIKED IT TOO! In not time 't'all, I had half his hard
on in my mouth, suckin' and lickin' to beat the band.
Matt pushed my head away an' said, "Oh, you wanna suck my dick, huh? Good
boy, Tommy Lee!" He grabbed the 'lastic waistband and pulled it upward,
towards his chest until his big ole penis, popped free. Not even stoppin'
to look too long, I dropped my head again, and sucked my first dick into my
hungry craw.
I was movin' my face back and forth, tryin' to get more o' him into my
throat, and even though I was chokin', I was not gonna stop. I wanted his
cum, and I jest knowed it'd taste right good.
Somethin' strange was going on with my butt hole too! I lifted off Matt's
sweet joint and looked between my legs to see that he was pushin' his
fingers, two of 'em, straight up my chute! Strange thing is, it didn't
hurt none. I guess he'd sucked and licked and slobbered it up so much,
that it was wide open. Then he touched somethin' deep in there that made
my whole body shake. I thought I was gonna shoot off fer sure!
Throwin' back my head, I wailed, "OH, MATT!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YER DOING,
BUT DON'T STOP. I'M GONNA SQUIRT!"
He had other ideas. He pulled hisself away from me and started blowing
cool air on my hiney hole again. "No, Tommy Lee, not yet. Let's have some
more fun first, okay?"
"Whatever you say, Matt, whatever you say." I was ready for anything. His
fingers had felt so good inside me that I wuz beginnin' to wonder 'bout
that cornholin' stuff my best buddy, Billy Joe, had tol' me about. I
thought, if Matt's tongue and fingers felt so good, his big ole salami
would feel even better.
He rolled out from under me, an' said, "Here, Tommy Lee, get up on your
knees on the bale of hay and let me rim you some more. You taste soooo
good!"
I moved and put all my weight on my chest and reached my hands back and
spread my butt as wide open as I could. Matt knelt behind me and started
lickin' slow circles around my then-open hole, not yet goin' in. He was
drivin' we looney. "Come on, Matt! I want your big ole tongue inside me!
GIVE IT TO ME!!"
An' he did just that. We were both moanin' and groanin' and I could hear
and feel him suckin' air outta my hole, makin' it open up even more. I was
getting' close again! And Matt knew it! Reaching up he completely ripped
the cup off the "cup" an' threw it to the side. He grabbed my now-free
prong and pulled it ass-backwards towards his wide open mouth.
The second my dick head reached his hotter 'n hell mouth and tongue, I
blasted off, Matt was suckin' away, and pullin' my love lava outta me. I
couldn't even talk, it felt sooooo great! I jest made noises deep in my
throat that sounded like I was havin' a seizure or somethin'! As I calmed
down, I noticed that he wasn't swallowin' my cum, instead he dropped my
John Henry - it twacked back up against my rippled belly - and dove back at
my rectum, pushin' stuff back into me at the other end.
I realized what he had in mind, and I was all for it. "You plannin' on
puttin' somethin' else up my hole, Matt?" I smiled at him as I turned my
head back.
"Sure am, Buddy. Roll over on your back, Stud. I wanna watch your face
while I fuck your sweet ass."
I followed orders, an', afore I knew it, my legs were on his shoulders, and
his fat drippin' dick was touchin' my nether hole, ready to take my
virtue. AND I WANTED HIM TO TAKE MY VIRTUE, believe you me!! I stayed
relaxed as I could, and, you know what, he was buried inside me lickity
split - no pain whatsoever! I was still hard as a rock and as his
plum-sized head brushed over that "spot" again, I thought I'd go
a-squirtin' before we wuz ready.
His face was real close-like to mine, and I could feel and smell his breath
against my lips. And I loved the smell. He smiled, and stayed real still.
I think he wuz nearly ready to spurt hisself. He spoke, "Oh, Tommy Lee!
Your hole is so tight. It's trying to suck a load outta me, and I haven't
even started FUCKIN' YOU YET!!
Lookin' me right in the eyes, he started rockin' his hips backward and
forwards, Every time he rubbed that nubbin inside o' me, I made a "ungh"
noise. I was in heaven. "MATT! COME ON, MAN!! FUCK MY HOLE!! IT FEELS SO
GOOOOOD. UNNNGGGGGH!"
Pickin' up speed, he leaned forward a little, and, just like that, his lips
were planted against mine, and his tongue was halfway down my thoat! I wuz
tastin' my cum, my butt and Matt's spit, and it was ALL good! My frist
real kiss! It was enough to send me right near over the edge, and I
started moanin' real loud-like.
Matt was fuckin' so fast by then that I could hear and feel his smooth
crotch slappin' over and over against my hairless butt. Then he did
somethin' that surprised the shit outta me - okay, the CUM! He leaned
forward some more and sucked the head o' my dick and about the first three
or four inches of the shaft into his mouth hole. I threw back my head and
screamed, "C-C-C-CUUUUUUMMMMMMMMIN'!!" And I did just that.
Matt made a gruntin' sound as the first of my spurts hit his throat, and
started hosin' down my insides with his own white gravy. We were both so
busy getting' off, that neither one of us noticed the figure standin' at
the barn door. I twisted my head from side to side in pleasure, and on one
pass, I SAW 'IM!!
"PAW!" I was scared as hell. Paw's a big man, lookin' younger than his
thirty-six years. I'd never really noticed before, but my daddy is a good
lookin' man, too. I pulled myself away from Matt fast-like and my hole,
snapped shut, tighter'n last year's clothes, already missin' its new
friend.
Getting over the shock in a hurry, I saw that not only was he smilin', he
was as buck ass naked as we were. His John Henry was up and smilin' too,
pointin' at least ten inches out in front of him.
He spoke, "So, Matthew, I'd be guessin' your plan worked out jest fine.
Tommy Lee, don't worry, Son. Me an' Matt's ole friends." As he spoke he
moved over to where we were and dropped on his knees in front of Matt, an',
afore I knowed it, Matt's big ole slimy thang had disappeared down Paw's
throat.
Suckin' on it for a minute or two, eyes locked to mine, he backed off and
said, "Oh, Son, that thar hole of yorn is mighty tasty!! Let me get it,
first hand." Afore I knew it, Paw was between my still-spread thighs and
his face was right there where Matt's prod had just been. He was SUCKIN'
MATT'S CUM RIGHT OUTTA ME!
Realizin' I'd been had, I decided to wait'n worry about things later.
"Paw, my hole is empty now! Why don't you fill it up again for me,
pleeeeaase?" Taking one more suck-kiss at my hole and lickin' his lips to
get some more o' my taste, he straightened up, lined his massive man pole
up and drove hisself into me in one powerful shove.
Matt moved around to my head and facin' Paw, he straddled my head, and
dropped his smooth butt hole right on my mouth. Seein' what he was a-doin'
my tongue was reachin' out for him afore he even made it all the way down.
His shaved crack wuz smooth as silk, and tasted better'n anythin' I'd had
in a long time. I reached up with both hand to pull his cheeks apart so's
to get in there deeper. I knew I wanted to taste somebody else's -PAW'S --
hole this way too, and knowin' he'd let me made me hotter'n hell.
As Paw began deep thrustin' in my now-stretched-to-the-limit hole, Matt
leaned forward, and, for the third time, began suckin' away on my
still-hard-as-a-rock prick. We were one big ole fuckin' suckin' machine.
Paw was the ringleader, fuckin' me harder than a prize bull, babblin' a
stream o' curse words like, "FUCK, SHIT, SWEET BOY-PUSSY!" over and over.
In jest a few minutes we were all on the brink! Matt pulled his hole away
from my hungry tongue and pushed his big ole dick, still slightly
assy-flavored deep into my mouth and throat. He began fucking my throat at
the same pace Paw was fuckin' my happy hiney.
With one big groanin' noise comin' outta the three o' us, we all started
shootin' our fireworks at exactly the same time -- Paw in my ass, and me 'n
Matt swapping loads into our hungry mouths. Our big blasts musta lasted a
few minutes. I was feeling better'n I'd ever felt before, and shootin'
even more than I did the first time.
Paw pulled free, and my ass missed him, but I knew he'd be back. He lay
back next to me, grabbed the back of my head, and shared one o' them spit
and cum swappin' kisses with me. My dick throbbed in Matt's mouth,
squirtin' out a few more drops o' sperm for him to enjoy.
I pulled back as Matt lifted hisself off o' me, and smiled at Paw, kissin'
him one more time. "Okay, Paw, when did you meet this here city slicker,
and why did y'all wait so long to include me?"
He just grinned , leaned over to kiss Matt, and said, "Oh, I guess you
could say I changed my mind about travelin' salesmen when I met Matthew
here."
We all laughed, and, as Matt moved 'round to suck Paw's load from my
drippin' hole, my sexed-up brain started plottin' a plan to introduce my
buddy, Billy Joe, to the fun stuff I'd jest learnt...Life in Bugswallow had
jest gotten MUCH nicer! Thank God for travelin' salesmen!
(The End)
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